Pubes and Profit

I woke up mean in a payphone dream With a mouth full of pennies and a soul unclean The mirror looked back like a cheap little cop Said, “You’re still a cunt and you’ll never stop” I laughed so hard I nearly choked On my own bad luck and a government joke Spit on the rug, kicked the bin to the wall If this is wisdom, mate, I want fuck all Here comes the bill Here comes the chill I bought my shame in a cracked shop cup And I drank that bastard straight the fuck up I’m a mess, yeah, I know it Big fat fraud and I show it Kiss my arse, I’m heroic I’m a mess, yeah, I know it The priest had teeth like a busted gate Said, “Son, repent” at a quarter to eight I said, “Father, I’d rather eat shit than pray” He blinked like a toad and shuffled away My old man cried in a betting shop My mum just swore till the teacup dropped We’re all so noble in our little damn swamp Saints in the gutter, dancing to rot Raise that stink Don’t even think The world’s a boil and I’ve got the knife I keep it polite by ruining life I’m a mess, yeah, I know it Big fat fraud and I show it Kiss my arse, I’m heroic I’m a mess, yeah, I know it If I found truth, I’d probably nick it Put it in my pocket, dirty and trinket I’m not enlightened, I’m just half pissed With a mouth like a drain and a clenched-up fist Philosophy’s a cunt with a velvet hat Talks about meaning, gets killed by rats So I bow to the filth, to the glorious grime And I call it living one more time I’m a mess, yeah, I know it Big fat fraud and I show it Kiss my arse, I’m heroic I’m a mess, yeah, I know it What a sight Wrong but right I’m a filthy joke and I wear it proud Shout it ugly, loud, loud, loud